I’ve been living with my olds for the past few weeks and I adore them but I get so mad that they’re in their mid eighties and still won’t use their good china or any of their nicer things. Two years ago I bought my granddad a bottle of Blue Label and it sat in their liquor cabinet unopened until I found it recently. He didn’t even open it for his 50th wedding anniversary. I CAN’T FIGURE OUT WHAT THEY’RE WAITING FOR.
I’m all about using and wearing and doing my favourite things everyday. A minute of silence for those who don't.
I've been reading a whole lot more recently. What I'm reading is usually defined by my location. I just finished Tales from Firozsha Baag by Rohinton Mistry. It has eleven intersecting short stories, so simply and beautifully told and my favourite sentence in it is this: "Above him flowed a stream of panties, a cascade of crotches out of the heavens, while he descended slowly, hand upon the balustrade to keep his balance, for it was heady stuff." Heh. Get it here.
1. My favourite travel souvenirs
2. My best friend's bedroom styled by me.
P.P.S. "The best things in life aren’t things" - Art Buchwald.